It had been a while since the mysterious ghost had came out of the little crawl space attic just above the closet, and it had been a while she seemed to warm up to him, as they laid on the floor on top of his little mattress and bed sheets, his muscular and toned arms instinctively embracing her stomach rather tightly, not wanting to let go.

she smells good.. his mind began to wander, his tired and dull eyes looming over the ghost's rather large breasts that seemed to want to burst out of her white dress, feeling his groin press further into her rear as he buried his face into the nape of her neck, almost feeling..sad? I need her. I need to make her feel good. to keep her safe. he thought.